At TNS we are blessed to have many talented and gifted faculty members, students, and alumni. Rev. Theodore Richards, one of the first year deans, is one such person. The following is a poem he wrote, which was originally published in Handprints on the Womb.
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| Pictographs in a cave (overhang) (Photo credit: aeh223) |
by Rev. Theodore Richards
I am;
I am the dark matter of my dark mother, burning deep in space;
I am the salty ocean of my tears,
tears shed for a world of possibility and despair;
I am the story of my ancestors, and the imagination of my daughter;
I am memories of the long journeys, of stories told in darkness by the fire,
and in the moonlight;
I am the cave paintings, and the handprints on the womb;
I am being born each moment,
new and fresh.
I am the parched Earth, the crying skies;
I am Imagination,
tapestry of humanity’s yearnings for the future,
depth of my own uniqueness.
And I am the dying Earth,
crying for the memory of the gifts she gave us,
of the struggles of my mothers.
Read more of Rev. Ted's writing at: http://theodorecosmosophia.wor
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